Hannah already knew that they would say that and had
prepared an argument she knew she would win. "Do you want pancakes
tomorrow or not?" she hissed with mock ferocity.

"Yes," they said together, as they often did.

"Then I'd advise you to ready yourself for a fan
fiction filled night. And no complaining," she added. They both had
their mouths open because they were about to complain.

"Can't we at least watch PotC first?" Megan
begged.

"It's Pirates," Katelyn argued. "We'd decided
the name would be Pirates."

"PotC sounds cooler," Megan shot back; doing a
Megan-esque thing that consisted of pretending to "claw" her in
the face while sticking her tongue out. She's talented! "And it's
shorter. Did you know that my mom
calls it pirates?"

"Girls!" Hannah cried. They both kept arguing.
"Cupcakes!" she sighed. Both girls stopped and looked around.
"Where?" He he he…they were so gullible.

"In fan fiction," she replied. "Now come on!"

They sat on the bed and she turned her laptop on.
Suddenly, everything disappeared, as in went black. There were
shrieks and complaints.

"Hannah," Megan whimpered.

"What?" asked Katelyn, pretending to be Hannah.

"Shut up, Katelyn," she said.

"Hannah, I'm afraid of the dark," Megan sniffled.
"Not usually, but now I'm laying in complete darkness and a
minute ago, I was sitting up on the bed. I didn't move a muscle."

"Well, obviously you are now; you're talking!"
Katelyn retorted.

"You're totally right, Megan!" Hannah gasped.

"Is this a joke, Hannah?" asked Katelyn nervously.

"Wait, you think I did it?" Hannah asked. "Nuh
uh!" She almost choked on something laying on them. "Wait,
there's some tarp thing wrapped around us!"

Hannah pushed it off. It was the middle of the night.
Stars shone brightly overhead. We were on the deck of a ship. The
sailors looked exhausted. That is, until they saw that the three
peppy adolescents had awakened from their beauty sleep.

"Hey, they're conscious, Cap'n!" cried a
familiar voice. Gibbs?

"Thank you, Gibbs," came another strangely familiar
voice. A man came sauntering over to them. "Well, I see you're
finally awake, loves. Took you awhile."

"J-Johnny Depp?" Hannah stuttered. "In pirate
form?"

He gave me a strange look. "No, I'm not
your…boyfriend or whatever," he said, annoyed.

"He's not my boyfriend!" she shot back. "I don't
have one!"

He perked up slightly at this. "But I am a pirate.
Captain Jack Sparrow at your service. Sort of."

"Why are we tied up?" Hannah asked, realizing at
just that moment. "Besides, we won't run away!" Megan and
Katelyn nodded furiously.

"I highly doubt that, love," he grinned. "It's a
long story."

Megan's lip quivered and she burst into tears. Jack
sighed. "Now don't cry, love!" he said with more compassion
than Hannah thought possible of him. "The truth is, Tia Dalma told
me to keep you here and no one can disobey a goddess. Especially a
woman goddess…which actually goes without saying." Now he was
rambling on and on, nervously trying to stop Megan. Then she started
laughing through her tears. He seemed miffed and got up.

"Why are we tied up, though?" asked Hannah.

He shrugged. "Well, you three do quite a bit of sleep
walking!" he said.

Hannah felt sick to her stomach. She talked in her
sleep, and sometimes the results were disastrous. "What did I do?"
she asked.

"You did a fair amount of mumbling, love," he
smirked. "Something about Noah and Peeotsea, whatever that is."
Hannah sagged with relief, but Katelyn looked at her with a mixed
expression of confusion and disgust. Noah was her secret crush only
known by Katelyn and Megan and other random people.

Oblivious to their telepathic glances, he continued.
"I'd be careful of the pale character," he said. "His name is
Edward. He has lots of mood swings and, quite frankly, scares me a
whole lot."

Megan perked up at this. "Would his last name happen
to be Cullen?" she asked hopefully.

He nodded while untying Hannah, who was feeling
incredibly lucky. "We've got quite a bunch of different sailors
here. Three claim to be famous brothers of the 21st
century. They're locked in the brig. Crazy, they are."

"Three famous brothers," whispered Katelyn. "Are
you thinking what I'm thinking? Jack, untie me next. I want to see
them."

"Women," he muttered, his hands lingering on
Hannah's wrists before going to Katelyn, who was squirming
impatiently. "Hold still!" he ordered, frustrated.

Hannah hopped up. "Bye, girls!" she sang. "I'm
going to the brig before you!" With that, she ran down the steps,
careful not to slip. "Jack!" whined Katelyn. "Faster!"

When Hannah reached the brig, she saw the three brothers
she was looking for. Her face lit up and she walked up to them. "I'm
from the 21st
century, too!" she practically sang.

Joe hopped up. "A fan?" he asked hopefully. She
nodded and he did a little happy dance.

Nick stood up, running his fingers through his curls
doubtfully. "Um…do you have the keys?" he asked warily.

Hannah shook her head as Katelyn came running down the
stairs. "OMG, I am, like, such a fan!" she cried.

I like the other one better, Joe
thought. This girl's really…hyper.

Jack sauntered down the steps with Megan. "Huh," he
commented. "So they are famous."

They all smiled. Joe's was arrogant, Nick's was
sweet and doubtful, and Kevin's was relieved. Megan's heart
skipped a beat when she saw Nick's smile. "Yeah," was all Kevin
said.

"I'm Hannah," said Hannah (who else, seriously
people?), attempting to be the first at everything. "I such a fan."
She said this appreciatively, not like Katelyn, who was most likely
quietly hyperventilating in the corner.

"Captain Sparrow," drawled a beautiful velvet voice.
"There's a brawl. Some sailors keep talking about women on the
ship finally and arguing about who would get who. They were being
very morbid, actually." Megan, Hannah, and Katelyn just about
fainted when they heard his voice.

"Cullen, there are women in this room!" Jack said,
eyeing the girls worriedly. Not to mention, he was stealing all of
them. He could see there faces. They only had eyes for that Cullen
kid.

"My apologies sir," Cullen said wryly. "I didn't
know."

Liar, thought Megan. She knew
very well he knew they were in here. There was sense of smell,
amazing stalking capabilities, able to hear talking, and able to read
minds.

"Miss Norris!" said Edward sharply, but even anger
could not mar his beautiful voice. "Miss D'Orazio. Miss Rutgers.
Can I talk to you three privately?" Each girl had a thrill sent
through her when he said her name. They followed him numbly into
another room. How does he know their names?
thought Joe. Look at
them! They just follow him like golden retrievers. It's disgusting!

"How did you find out my secret?" he asked. "I
keep seeing the word Twilight pop into your head."

"It's a book," said Megan. He didn't believe
her.

He sighed. "You're brain waves are fuzzy!" he
complained. "Speak up louder!"

"It's a book," said Megan again, sullenly,
although she knew very well what he meant.

He used a voice you would use to a Kindergartener. "No,
Sweetheart," he said slowly. "I meant for you to shout in your
brain, smart one."

Edward's expression changed from frustration to
befuddlement and back again. "I will never understand the human
mind," he shook his head. "Just tell me!" He turned to Katelyn,
who started giggling like mad. "I'm a book?" he said with
obvious distaste. "Miss Norris was right?" She nodded. "By
Stephanie Meyer?" he
cried. He looked at Hannah. "Who's Bella?"

Megan was thinking, there will be
rumors flying about if we don't get back soon.

With that, he whirled around and walked out the door.
Each girl followed him like a puppy. Finally, Hannah broke the
trance. She could stare at this perfect vampire for days, but she
wouldn't make a fool of herself.